do ears really burn?

My best friend, GB, told me that when I was ready for a relationship I would know it. She told me that the sign on my forehead would change and men would notice.

It's taken me quite a while (6, ok maybe 7 years) since f'head left, then we started to rekindle but then I found out he got married so then it was totally off...

TOTALLY...

So that took me some time for many reasons, mostly because I didn't trust men in the first place, so had to get over it, and then because I thought he was the one.

After recovering from all that, I decided that dating men out of town was the answer for me. But then I fell in love with him and moving would be this whole other issue/commitment. So I started the next stage that ended up not so good. Nothing worse than being a manly man, (hard working, hunting and gathering) but asking a material world bitch to move. I tried to sort it all out in my head, but I ended up grilling him to death and he gave up. I will forever hate myself for that, but remind myself that I'd hate myself more if he gave up after being married with children.

I am now dating. I'm out there. I'm not a pro or anything, but I've opened that side of "I don't wanna".

Been on a couple, but haven't wanted to partake on the second date. My friends say I should give them a second try, so I have another hurdle to jump.

The part that kills me, does me in, is that dating and thinking about the next person I will share my life with makes me think of my past relationships. Makes me think of he who made me an adulterer when I wore blinders. He who gave up. He who?

He who made me the adulterer sent me an email today. Some lame thing about packing and finding my riding videos. I know he just wants to contact me. He is so sucky in so many ways.

I'm trying to move on and he won't let me go in so many ways...

He should have just thrown them away, not like I've missed them. Infact he might be full of shit for all I know.

At least I'm a tad more grown up in that I didn't mail he who gave up's shirt back to him... Wonder if he misses it, or me...

Oh shut up...

***Side Bar - Not sure what the def of adulterer is, but always thought I was one eventhough I've never been married but the "he" is married. Hence why I labeled him "he who made me". Thinking about it I should have made it "he who made me again" the adulterer. I suck...

A Must See

I laughed and laughed and laughed...

Horace Bryant 1980-2006

Love you Horry...

Photos from Pebble

Got a few today. These fences don't look that big, jumped bigger ones, but I'll tell you what I liked about them...


The tail. Irish Blue's trade mark. I love that tail. Not to mention his expression: "Next fence, where is it?" From the angle the photo was taken it's hard to tell, but his right ear is looking right, the same direction I'm looking, so he knew the next fence was that way...







Again, this fence is small and not very wide, but I'm jumping it at an angle, right to left, which can be tricky. Besides the fact that my Blue is jumping in good form, he looks fast, like it was the jump off. Lastly, the timer. I like that look in photos to show a bit of the game. Hopefully that was a round and jump off all in one, because that time seems slow.

I didn't get any photos from the Derby day, where I got 5th and sixty whatever bucks. The photags said they don't have a website and I'd have to go back to the booth later sunday. They are LAME. Wasn't about to wait around for them when my boy had an eight hour drive back. It's too bad, would have like to show you photos of my boy dressed up and jumping a bit bigger.

Next show Twin Rivers, end of September. It will be our first event since the one star in November of 2005. This is a totally different game from the Jumper world.

My plan is to let Blue do his job and not pick on him so much.

Needless to say, this is the plan for the next guy I date.

27A - Ugli Coat

Is it cheating if I use the internet to find the answers to the crossword puzzle?

At least I'm learning stuff. Some stuff I knew, but had it barried way down deep in the old noggin, some stuff I didn't have a clue.

Ugli Coat - I'm thinking tweed, pee, my mom's (JK mommie d). But an ugli is actually a citris type fruit found in Jamaca that looks ugly on the outside (ooooohhhh smart fruit-namer person), but is quite sweet on the inside.



Yea, the answer was rind

if i was a rich girl

Nope, I'm not dollar rich, not jewish, not even orphaned...

I know, I'm rich in many ways, but not rich enough to go to England to watch Jen and The Good Witch ride around Blenheim. Jen Blenheim Bio

But everyone else is, whole caravan of people who don't have to work for money or are working THERE and getting to go, no expenses.

I tried the latter with the Malmoe, Sweden trip in September, but was told the well would be dry so would have to pay for the whole trip myself to work... Haven't won the lotto yet so staying home.

So to you lucky bastards that will be watching my ex-roommate: I don't do floors or windows or check mail. Don't ask me to take you to the airport and back again. Don't ask me for shat...

But I'll be lonely so I could watch your dogs and take care of your horses and answer the phone if you feel like calling :)

Snail Mail Wins!!!

Home email has been down all day. Can't believe it. God only knows how much spam I have to sift through :)

But thank god I don't have a Dell...

and thank god I didn't have Dr. McClellan look at my horse. He made two of my friends cry today.

I sent Mommie Dearest (among others) this really cute cartoon and she got all worried that I'm depressed. The person that posted the cartoon had just gotten back from vacation and was back at work. I just had a 3 day weekend and was feeling a bit the same. But far from depressed...



I have photos from the schooling, of course the best are on the bulletin board at the barn. Here's one of the leftovers that I liked. I'll do more later.

Spilt Wine

The dinner party last week went over great. I was the only one to spill wine, but mostly on the table. Who puts their wine glass on the lazy suzanne anyways??? (English men I guess).

A few photos...






Friday and Saturday Charlie gave a clinic. I helped organize it, so I didn't have to pay anything. It was fun to take Blue out on the X-Country course again, as I haven't been out there since last November. But other than that, it was kinda boring. GB took pictures, so hopefully I'll have some to post.

It was really hot out in Ramona (on X-Country day) and I let Jezebel have some fun playing in the water jumps. She was running in the water like a maniac, chasing the horses. Ginnie said she looked like a hippo in floating around.

Needless to say, she must have swallowed too much of the yuk water because she wasn't looking too good on the drive home.



This is what she looked like after puking all over the truck. Much better now, thanks mom...

You can take the ho out of...

I couldn't think of anything good but a convo with GB (americanized English woman) about her newish English Bo...

Her: What about dinner at B.J.(pizza/beer place)?
Me: Not sure he'd like dinner there, but would probably like the B.J.

seconds, seconds...

then a little chuckle.

She's been here for 20+ years and still doesn't think that's funny.

I'm laughing, she's sighing, and poor brit boyfriend, nada...

Please help me if that's why I'm bo-less...

Funny T's????

...Made me laugh!








I don't get it???...

Say hello to my little friend

One of my all time favorite movies was on last night, "Scarface". I feel asleep watching it and strangely enough woke up to about the same place I feel asleep. Gotta love the AMC channel for replaying it all night long.

My new little friend is a bit different from Pacino's. He first appeared on Monday, in the dogs water bowl, when I was emptying it for a refreshment. Scared the shit out of me. I scared the shit out of him as he leapt to his surprise into the gardenia bush.

I figured he'd be moved out because of the scary dragon lady and her hounds of hell, but he showed up again yesterday. He was resting on the hose I use to refresh the dog water. He leapt off and nearly into Jezebel's mouth, but quickly stuck himself to the side of the house, out of hounds of hell range. It was dark so a bit hard to see, but this is him:



I think I'll name him Prince and watch Shrek tonight :)

And what would your response be to this statement?

"I've GOT to get a vasectomy"

Does it really matter who asked? Does it really matter where they asked? Does it really matter what tone they asked in? What the hell do they want me to say when they make that statement and then just look at me like I'm stupid?

Oh, right, they have more news. But do I really want to hear it? (heck yes) Do I really want to know why they make this statement? (hell yeeessss) Do I want to speeeellll out all the stories I've heard about vasectomies? (Including stitches that don't dissolve from one in England - Smoke, Fire, and smell of Burnt Flesh in the US) HECK AND HELL YES

Have I totally forgotten about the child on the pony of which I'm leading as she slightly slides off the side? Whoops...

I've been told I'm to stay on the LD (low down?) so I can't say what happened next, but everyone is welcome to leave a comment and a guess as to who or why or what happened.

There's no prize other than inner peace...

Is that US dollars?

As for my derby class last Sunday, I found out today that the pay-out for the fifth placing I got is $64.75 - Woohoo... I think it cost 100 bucks to enter.

Oh well, I certainly don't compete horses to make money. That's for sure.

Hose is supposed to bring my nieces down today for a pony lesson. I hope they show up. Never know with that group. They are quite delicate. When it's too hot they might melt, when it's raining they might melt, when it's nap-time it's nap-time, etc., etc.

Oh well, I'll take what I can get.

Ginnie sent me a photo of Leapy, the little horse that won the Grand Prix last week. He's very cute...